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Appendix. Loli-Gunslinger | Ten | Aborted Draft

Appendix. Loli-Gunslinger
Fox-Trot-9

Ten : The Eyes Have It

[old draft excerpted from "Samurai Angel" as a guide]

Here, Verloc said he would, so the man continued:

* * *

Good.

Now this thing, this grim reaper thing, kept coming closer and closer, while I got more and more tired. As it came closer, the place grew darker all around me, and this black mist started drifting up through the floor. All the while, I could see it's glowing eyes beneath the hood and the scythe raised, like it was gonna lop off my head or something.

Pretty soon, a burning candle appeared in front of me. I didn't know where it came from, and I tried to reach out to touch it. But my hand passed through it. It was like I was a ghost or something.

At this point, I was creepy lower and lower to the ground, and I could barely keep my head up anymore, let alone my eyes. That's why it's damn hard trying to remember.

But I do remember one thing.

Just as the reaper came up and got ready to swing that scythe, it clanged against something else. The sound was freaking painful, man, I'm telling you now. It sounded like someone took a hammer and slammed it against an anvil in my head. I tried covering my ears, but it wouldn't work.

But then I saw something else in front of me. It was only for a second, but I think it was an angel, man. I swear by the Bible, I'm not lying. It was an angel, and she was bright as fuck. She glowed so bright, I had a hard time looking at her. And she was clad in armor, man, like in some samurai armor or something, and her hair was waving in the wind, it looked like.

Anyway, when she blocked that reaper, it was like a tornado just ripped through the place. Cross winds everywhere, blowing so hard, it felt like knives ripping through my clothes. I curled into a ball and prayed like I never prayed before in my life. It only lasted for like, I don't know, maybe a second, but I was jacked beyond jacked every millisecond of it.

When the winds died down, I was shaking like a dandelion, man. Somehow, I'd turned onto my back without realizing it, and then I saw her. I saw my guardian angel or whoever she was looking down on me, and let me tell you, she was fucking gorgeous. Pure white skin, red lips, long flowing hair. She looked like a geisha girl, man, a geisha in a samurai suit, hot damn! If I wasn't so dog-on exhausted, I would've tried to ask her out or something.

But I didn't; I just looked up at her, and she reached her hand down as if to help me get back up on my feet.

FRAGMENT

(To be continued...)

1st A/N: N/A

Terms:

* Ecchi = (n.) Japanese slang: "H," referring to playfully sexual actions.
* Hotel Bad Cat = (n.) A hotel found in the manga, Mysterious Girlfriend X.
* Moe = (n.) Japanese: crush, fascination, infatuation.
* Tareme = (n.) Japanese: drooping eyes.
* Tsumire = (n.) Japanese: slant eyes.
* Zettai Ryōiki = (n.) Japanese: "Absolute Territory," referring to the area of bare skin in the gap between over-knee socks and miniskirts or shorts.

Characters: Palmer Alden (16), Verloc Lovett (16), Ann Lovett (12), Brianna Henderson (16), Akari Mei Lee (+100) (looks 12).

2nd A/N This is an aborted draft of a short story (or maybe a novella?) I started back in February 21, 2017 that didn't get complete, because I ran out of steam on it. I tried resurrecting it from May 8 to May 10 of 2017, but it didn't work out. It's another flop, like the other previous flops in this sorry collection, though it still has potential and has inspired my rewrite for The Late Bird's Tale into it's current form. This fragment is included here to remind me of how far I've come since writing this.